Life without music is no life at all.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

And you tell me, friends, that there is no disputing taste and tasting? But all life is a dispute over taste and tasting!

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.